Into the Mystic...

We were born before the wind
Also younger than the sun
Ere the bonnie boat was won as we sailed into the mystic

Hark, now hear the sailors cry

Smell the sea and feel the sky

Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic

And when that fog horn blows I

will be coming home

And when the fog horn blows

I want to hear itI don't have to fear it
And I want to rock your gypsy soul

Just like way back in the days of old

And magnificently we will flow into the mystic

When that fog horn blows you know

I will be coming home

And when that fog horn whistle blows

I got to hear itI don't have to fear it
And I want to rock your gypsy soul

Just like way back in the days of old

And together we will flow into the mystic

Come on girl...
Too late to stop now...

Well it's Friday and We start our Vacation tomorrow - I'm Psyched, our first family road trip, afterall we're just doing what Van The Man told us to do - out on the highways looking for a little Mystic, hope you all find yours this weekend...